I had a hard time keeping my mouth opened that wide. My jaw was hurting. Jim kept face fucking me. Drool was running out of my mouth down his balls. H... pulled my head forward & shot his hot cum down the back of my throat. I didn't even have to swallow, his cum slid right down my throat. He pumped my mouth a few more times. I savored every last drop.Jim started milking my tits. Literally milking them. I felt my warm milk oozing out of my nipples. Jim lapped it up like a dog. He sucked on one. He hoped and prayed that it was working. He would give little hints with each gift, and every time he sent one to her, he sent it with the hope that he hadn’t shattered the one chance to have someone love him. Somehow he had thought he could be could be close to her passion, her sweetness and not lose his heart. He knew now that his heart had always been hers. He had lost it when she had turned those big brown eyes, filled with censure, and lectured him on the required silence of the library.. Once I felt that his ass had adjusted to my cock, I began to thrust faster. Brent grunted in pain, and yet, I couldn’t help but thrust even faster, his hot, tight ass was driving me crazy, I just wanted more of him.“Eric, please slow down” moaned Brent in pain as he dug his nails into to the floor.I ignored him completely, my mind had gone blank, leaving behind my sense of reason. Instead, libido had begun to override my body and mind, causing me to leave behind our friendship in order to give. I feel so loved seeing all your encouraging messages. Thank you so much all of you.This is an immediate continuation to the last part of my , with me still inside the boys hostel. Reading the earlier episodes first may make this one more enjoyable. Happy reading!Two hours had easily gone by and I was still inside the boys hostel. I still could not believe I was being used as a paid street whore, by boys of my son’s age. I was blinking faster now and I felt scenes flashing in front of my eyes.